Tuesday, 22 March 2016

March meet the maker


I've not missed a day of this Instagram challenge yet (though I was late the weekend we went to London)
Here are my favourites! Catch the rest on instagram (@champignons)

Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Thursday, 3 December 2015

Ho Ho Ho

Here's an amusing guide to buying gifts I made to help you with your seasonal shopping. Hope it's of use

 

 

 

Saturday, 15 August 2015

steller

I joined steller. I've been having a need to tell stories, so when I heard of it, it seemed right. I also got an email to say my story had been featured (I don't know if that happens for all the newbies?) which answered a question I had: can I embed stories to my blog. Hopefully yes.


Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Illustration .. Treasure

Well, it's treasure to me (possibly because I have the mentality of a seven year old). I did a print just of beetles and bones and feathers called 'treasures', Mr nut loves it.

I know it's not Friday but I've got that Friday feeling because school is broken up for the summer now. In case you're wondering the nut trotted into school very proudly this morning holding the prints he'd made.

This is the first beetle in the forgetting beetles series, where I drew a beetle and then re-drew the sketch from memory. The original beetle I rescued from someone's else's garden, due to a strimmer accident. I think you can probably tell that there was carapace and leg damage, but I tried not to get too obsessed with the picture, more to observe closely

Here's the final beetle series. The detail and time spent on the sketch decays dramatically, but the final cartoon is so fully of life. Well, I think so anyway. I have more thoughts, but, another post maybe.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Printing with kids

If you follow craft blogs or Twitter accounts like I do, you'll be aware that it's the time of the year every seller, supermarket and shop are trying to peddle items to give to your child's teacher. I generally do a good job avoiding fabricated commercial holidays like Mother's Day, Father's Day or Valentine's Day, but this is sort of thrust upon us, like an onslaught of low quality chocolate (I mostly dutifully eat this, as Jim, the teacher, is not so keen).
I actually like Mr Nuts teacher this year, so it seems a bit unfair to, say, bake a biscuit and have the child decorate it himself with smarties and icing and (undoubtedly) bogies. Last year I contributed £2 to have my child's hand drawn portrait put on a tea tray, mainly as he drew himself dressed as Spider-Man, rendering the whole concept pointless.
I don't mind giving money, but I do mind wasting it. Ten quid might not mean much to you but it means a hell of a lot to some people in this world, and I'd rather give it to them, to be honest. That's not to say giving and gratituding and saying thank you isn't important.
With this in mind, Mr nut decided he'd make a print.
 
He chose this wolf design. He really wanted the stag beetle one, but it's just not ready. Neither is this one really, but close enough. I'm using these as proofs and will be having a little fiddle before releasing it. Here he is pulling his print, heave ho! All my printing inks are non toxic and super safe, so nudity it easier than aprons for small children.
 

And here he is with his work! Very proud. He learnt to do a three colour gradient, and I think he did a very nice job. Well done Mr Nut. There's one for the teaching assistant too of course- hurrah printing! And if they don't like it? It's recyclable (I'd totally put it on my wall, though)

 

 

 

Friday, 17 July 2015

Homoeopathy.

Chemists call water the universal solvent, because it can dissolve most things eventually. It's the ultimate recycled product, wandering endlessly round the planet. The water you drink is the same the ancients drank, think about it. Dinosaur wee. It's ok, it's been purified since then.

Someone told me that water holds a memory of what was once in it, a mildly terrify thought considering all the things I've seen floating about in it in my various roles as swimmer, oceanographer and occasional cleaner of toilets.

How long does this memory last? Which things does it remember? How does it forget? Imagine the things it will have touched in its endless travels - every glass must be a veritable elixir vitae.

The liquid from your tap may well be a tincture of whale.

 

Water, its cycles and patterns seem to be a good way to explore the interconnectedness of life regardless of my views on homeopathy (they were more fun to draw than a turd too). It also ties in nicely with my theme on memory, which I hope to release a little zine on. You can get them here:
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